Hepburn Caraway

Cry For Help - Poem by Hepburn Caraway

At sundown I cried for a savior, At 9 o'clock I weptBut nobody noticed the battleOn the outside, my face kept Every reason for locking the windows, Every eyelid to my heartStayed open but barred all the doorways, With a veil too thickly weaved. No answer, so I stopped up my wishes, No help, so I shaved off my hope—Just horror, and vainest backlashes, As my fingers tear into my soul, and question the dignities making it wholeWhat is life that I'm here to fulfill?